I am from candles,
From lumenology and radiance.
I am from the firey oven steaming up the kitchen.
I am from the rose,
the lavender stem whose smell provides tranquility
I am from family dinners
and comedians,
from Angela
and Peter Murdakhayev.
I am from the harmonious melodies of symphonies
and the swaying of bodies to music.
From silence
and respect.
I am from the desert.
I’m from Queens and Tashkent,
Samosas and Bachsh.
From the depths of my father’s decision to immigrate,
the arduous journey from their homeland,
and my mother’s relief of making it to the United States.
I am from the photo album in the glass cabinet, framing all the hardships, all the relics, all the memories.
I really like your descriptive words to describe each subject, specifically when you described the candle, oven and rose. My parents also decided to immigrate to the United States from China for a better future. I think it is impressive how much how parents are willing to sacrifice to leave their home country just to give us a better future.
I found your vocabulary and descriptions to very comforting and peaceful. I too come from an immigrant family and have a father that works long hours and sacrifices a lot for the sake of my family.I’m glad I got to read a little bit more of where you came from.
I love you poem, it gave me a pleasant feeling. I also love the imagery in your poem. Something that stood out to be is that you are from Tashkent, I heard about it once so it was something familiar. I love Samosas!
I really liked how you had great word choices as it made your poem more descriptive and interesting. Also, my parents were also immigrants and I also connected to other things in your poem. It was interesting to read your poem as it created a lot of imagery.